Part 13 (1/2)
After crossing Loch Eishort, Will became increasingly agitated, even snapping at Finn when the lad chatted on endlessly to Davina about the Vikings who perished there long ago while trying to cross the cliffs of Elgol. Davina found it rather amusing to watch the self-confident warrior come undone by the landscape. He didn't bother to conceal his fear, but a.s.sured Davina, while mopping his sweaty brow with his sleeve, that soon she would be clinging to Rob the way a terrified child clings to its mother.
When they rounded the end of Loch Slapin, following its edge south, Davina understood the cause of Will MacGregor's anxiety, for the cliffs, dotted with caves and moss, rose up as high as the heavens and vanished into a hovering mantle of pure white mist.
”You don't expect us to cross that on horseback, do you?” Edward groaned, teetering in his saddle as he craned his neck at the view. ”There must be another way.”
”There is; through the hills,” Rob told him with a gentle snap of his reins. ”But 'tis the longer way 'round and trust me, this way is safer if ye dinna' want an arrow in yer chest. Keep yer horse under yer control. Stay behind me and ye'll be fine.”
Angling her head around Rob's shoulder, Davina offered Edward a soothing smile as he reluctantly trotted forward with a pale-faced Will behind him and Finn at the rear.
”Ye're no' afraid, then?”
Aiming her generous smile at Rob, Davina shook her head and then turned to glory in the view. She hadn't been entirely truthful with him, for her heart beat madly in her chest. Who wouldn't be afraid perched at the edge of the world? No dream, nor idle fancy could ever have prepared her for this place. Breath held, she spread her gaze over the chiseled behemoth of the Cuillins looming from the clouds across the loch. But she had no more time for fear and with Rob at her side, no more cause for it.
”How high are we going?”
”To the top.”
The urge to clutch his hands to her chest pa.s.sed as they climbed the narrow precipice above Loch Scavaig, its whitecaps cras.h.i.+ng into the rock face below. She looked down, bending far enough over Rob's horse to make Will swear at her.
Tossing him a hasty apology, she settled into Rob's chest and slanted her curious smile at him. ”Are you not afraid of falling into the water?”
”I've crossed these ledges too many times to fear fallin' off them. And I'm no' afraid of the water. I just prefer my feet on solid ground.”
”To be certain, you're a steady, unshakable man, Robert MacGregor.”
He thanked her, and then bent his mouth to her ear when she giggled. ”D'ye find fault with those qualities, then, Princess?”
Over the course of their journey together, Rob's deep, melodic voice had begun to feel as if it were coming from inside her, rather than from close behind. The touch of his body against her back, the caress of his arms coiled loosely about her waist had become familiar to her, comforting, and more profoundly intimate than even kissing him felt. She had no idea what kind of life awaited her beyond this ancient threshold that even Vikings could not penetrate, and though she was excited to begin living, she did not want the journey to end.
”Of course, I don't find fault with you, save for if you're going to call me Princess from now on. But I do believe you could use a little more pleasure in your life.”
”D'ye now?”
”Yes.” She turned to look up at him fully and was surprised that she could find anything more beautiful than the scenery. ”I would like to help you...” His eyes were the color of the landscape, but infinitely more tender. ”... find pleasure.”
”I canna' wait.” His slow, salacious grin made her burn below her navel and she blushed, realizing too late how shameless her offer sounded.
Oh, to Hades with pretenses! She could not wait either. She wanted him to kiss her. No, she wanted more than that. She wanted to surrender all to him and trust him with the outcome. She wanted to get lost in this dream and never ever return. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, but only his warm breath touched her mouth. ”Later, Davina,” he promised huskily. ”I must keep my wits aboot me, else we will fall. But later...”
She opened her eyes to his and smiled. ”Do I make you lose your wits, then?”
”Och, aye, la.s.s.” He nodded, the truth of his enchantment warm in his eyes. ”Ye do.”
It was a haven nestled cozily within purple hills that danced in the spring breeze and jagged mountain ranges swathed in gossamer. Davina had plenty of time to bask in the awe of Camlochlin as they raced down the ridge from the cliffs and across the heather-lined glens toward the castle carved from the black mountain behind it. Camlochlin castle was a daunting sight, with its jagged turrets and armed Highlanders patrolling the walls, but Rob lived there, so Davina knew there must be warmth inside.
Toward the north, all the way to the braes of Bla Bheinn, small cottages and woolly white sheep scampered over the rolling hills. Frothy whitecaps from Loch Scavaig rolled gently toward the bay of Camas Fhionnairigh from the west, adding soothing music to the air.
”Rob?” she said as the wind, sweet with the fragrance of heather and peat, whipped back her hair. ”If Gilles tries to take me away from this place, I will kill him myself.”
”Save yer tender sentiments until ye've met my aunt.”
She turned and quirked her brow at him. ”I thought you said she was very kind and loving... and whatever is tender about me threatening to kill Gilles?”
”Maggie MacGregor is verra kind and lovin'-to me,” Rob corrected with a grin that made her dizzy enough to swoon a little. ”... and 'tis tender because ye'd kill him fer Camlochlin.”
He made her head spin, but he still didn't make any sense. She shrugged her shoulders, giving up, and turned back toward the approaching castle. The doors were opened now and people were stepping out, tilting their heads to the guardsmen above and then back to the riders. One woman pushed her way through the thickening crowd, s.h.i.+elded her eyes from the sun for a moment to see if the guardsmen were correct, and then took off at a brisk pace toward them.
”Robbie?” she shouted in a commanding voice that didn't match her small stature. When she reached them, Davina was first struck by her beauty, and then by the panic in her vivid blue eyes. ”What are ye doing back here? Where is yer father, and why in blazes are ye traveling with an English soldier?”
Springing from his saddle, Rob stepped into her waiting-though impatient-embrace. ”My faither is in England, safe and unharmed.”
The woman visibly relaxed. Apparently, Rob knew what answer she needed to hear first.
”I will explain everything to ye after I've-”
”And who might ye be?”
The smile Davina wore faded from her face under the woman's palpable scrutiny. She could only be Rob's Aunt Maggie, the spitfire sister of the Devil MacGregor. Davina didn't need to take notice of the woman's pet.i.te, slightly hunched frame, for she herself was not much taller. It was her blunt candor, and the timing of it that, according to Rob when he'd told her of his family that day in Courlochcraig's church, sometimes caught folks off guard.
”She is Davina,” Finn answered cheerfully for her as he strode toward them. ”And she is a princess,” he added, kissing his aunt by marriage on her cheek, ”so be pleasant to her.”
Davina went pale, but when Finn caught her eye, he flashed his boyish grin. Rob did not look pleased, but he said nothing to refute Finn's introduction while he helped Davina dismount. Was he going to tell them all who she was? Why would he? The probability was more than a little unsettling. It was downright terrifying. The importance of keeping her ident.i.ty secret had always been vital to her existence. She wasn't sure she was ready for it to become common knowledge.
”Where is Jamie?” Rob asked his aunt while she followed Finn with a skeptical scowl over her shoulder.
Maggie cut her caustic gaze to Edward next. ”He went to Torrin with Brodie fer...” She snapped her mouth shut and her guilty gaze crept back to Rob, who was waiting patiently for her to go on. ”All right, fer flowers!” she practically snapped at him.
Unfazed by her slight outburst, Rob shook his head in disbelief and uttered a m.u.f.fled blasphemy. ”Will, show the captain inside and put him in Colin's room fer now.” When he turned back to his aunt, he seemed to have soothed his temper. ”Aunt Maggie,” he managed to say rather calmly, ”yer husband shouldna' leave the clan unprotected fer flowers.”
”But look around ye, Robbie,” she appealed, stretching out her arms at her sides. ”Do ye see any orchids? Ye know they're my favorite and when Aileen stopped through here a se'nnight ago with the MacLeods she said the orchids were blooming a deep shade of purple this year in Torrin.”
”Well, now I understand,” Rob conceded benignly. Davina couldn't help but smile at him. ”Ye'll tell me aboot the MacLeods bein' here after I've seen to the clan,” he said, back to being the formidable leader he'd trained his whole life to be. ”Fer now, will ye take Davina to a room and have whatever she wants brought to her?”
”Whatever she wants?” Maggie MacGregor arched a curious black brow at him and folded her arms across her chest. This time, though, she wouldn't argue with her brother's son. She turned instead to Davina, appraising her once again from foot to crown. She studied Davina's face with lingering intensity before arriving at some conclusion Davina wasn't sure fell in her favor.
”Well, come on then, Princess.” Maggie waved her hand at her and turned for the castle.
”Go on, la.s.s,” Rob urged when Davina paused and gave him an anxious look. ”I'll see ye shortly.”
Davina didn't want to go inside without him. It wasn't the foreboding castle that made her uncomfortable, but the diminutive woman in front of her who'd looked over her shoulder in time to see Rob reach for her hand and scowled darker than Rob and Colin put together.
”Are ye the reason my nephew is not in England with his father?” Maggie asked her when they were out of earshot from the others.
Davina inhaled deeply before she answered. What were they going to think of her when they found out who she was? When they realized how much danger Rob had put them all in, and how she'd gone along with it. She realized at that moment just how like a princess she had behaved thus far. Rob's family would see her as nothing more than as a spoiled, selfish bratling. ”I'm afraid so,” she answered truthfully.